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sluttywoozi · 8 months

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After LIKE Part Two | smg x f!reader

Rating: M (18+) | WC: ~5.2k

You and Mingi find out what happens after like.

Part One

Warnings: weed mention, grinding, dirty talk, big dick!mingi, oral f. rec., fingering, possessive!mingi, restraining but not really, unprotected sex, creampie

Reader Notes: wap, gets carried by mingi, hands are smaller than mingi's

You sit heavily on your bed, your skin still shiny with lotion and a damp towel holding all of your hair. It’s been a week since that day in the car, and you haven’t seen Mingi since. It’s no one’s fault - you’ve been insanely busy with school and work and he picked up a new apprenticeship so your respective free time has been limited.

But you just finished up at the cafe and you’re pretty sure Mingi mentioned keeping his Friday’s clear, so you’re hoping you’ve caught him at a good time. You miss him, like you never thought you could, and it doesn’t help that you can’t stop thinking about what happened last week.

Nobody’s ever kissed you like that, so thoroughly, so passionately, so carefully, like getting to be close to you at all is a privilege, and you want more. You want to see him and touch him and kiss him and you want to do it now, so when your phone lights up with a text, you open it and bring it to your face immediately.

You squeal, dropping back to rest on your bed and holding your phone to your chest as if it’s something precious. Twenty minutes means he’s dropping whatever he was doing to come to your place, and you feel your heart squeeze in your chest as you picture him zipping around his apartment, getting ready to come see you.

Twenty minutes also doesn’t give you a lot of time to get dressed and tidy up, but you keep your flat relatively clean so there isn’t too much to do. A quick sweep over your bedroom, living room, and kitchen confirms this. The real dilemma is in what to wear.

Do you go for full comfort, like you know he will? Do you wear something cute but casual, something that makes you look like you’re trying but not too hard? Should you risk going for sexy? You do have that little satin pajama set…

In the end, you decide on a pair of lounge pants that make your ass look amazing and a tank top that’s just low cut enough. You’re comfortable, but you still feel and look hot and you hope Mingi will think so as well.

You miss a time where you didn’t agonize over your clothing choices, but you suppose this is who you are now. Someone who goes through five different outfits before landing on the right one, someone who sits on their couch and waits for a knock, someone who all but runs to the door when it finally comes.

Mingi seems as relieved to see you as you are to see him, thankfully. As soon as you get the door open, he breathes a greeting and pulls you into a hug, your arms wrapping around his neck and his wrapping around your waist. He smells so good, fresh and clean and manly, and when he pulls back to press a kiss to your forehead, you feel yourself melt.

It’s a good thing he’s holding you up, and you only become more grateful as his eyes travel from head to toe, roving lovingly over every clothed inch of you. Your agonizing was not in vain, it seems, his gaze filling with heat before he clears his throat and runs a hand through his hair. He apparently forgot he’d pulled a beanie on because he knocks it right off his head, making his cheeks tint in a blush as he leans down and swipes it off the ground.

Mingi wrings the knitted hat in his hands and shifts on his feet, looking at you through his eyelashes. You grin affectionately, reaching up to fix his hair with your fingers before cupping his cheek and tilting your chin. He takes the hint, leaning in and softly pressing his lips to yours.

This kiss is just as good as the rest, just as sweet and right and perfect, and when he pulls away, you can’t swallow the sigh. You wish he was still kissing you, but he opens his mouth to speak instead.

“So, did you wanna buy today? Or…,” he trails off, looking nervous for your answer.

“No, I just wanted to see you,” you respond with a shy smile, holding a hand out with raised eyebrows.

“Oh,” he exhales, tension you hadn’t noticed in his shoulders fading away as he beams back at you and takes your hand in his bigger one. You lead him to your couch, sitting down first and patting the cushion next to you. Usually, you go to his place, and you can tell he’s feeling a bit out of sorts here.

You don’t know how to soothe him beyond behaving normally, so that’s what you do. You turn the TV to the show you both watch on repeat and chat at him until he loosens up enough to let his thigh touch yours. His warmth radiates into you, drawing you into his gravity and making you lean closer and closer until you’re all but pressed against his side.

He shifts next to you, his arm raising and staying aloft until you snuggle in and get comfortable. His arm feels heavy when he drapes it over your shoulders, but it’s a welcome weight, one that makes you feel safe and content and, honestly, a little sleepy.

You could easily doze off like this, nestled into his side with his heart thumping under your cheek and your breathing synced with his. When his fingers start to play with the ends of your hair, you know it’s not only a possibility, but an inevitability. You can feel every blink growing longer, every breath growing deeper, and as his fingers climb their way up your hair and to your scalp, you let your eyes fall completely shut.

Hopefully, Mingi won’t mind you having a little nap.

When you blink awake, your flat is dark but for the flashing light of the TV. Mingi is breathing slowly under you, and you look up at him to find his eyes closed and his lips gently parted. You don’t know when you became horizontal, but you can’t say you mind, with Mingi’s chest beneath your cheek and his thick thigh pressed between yours.

You can feel something else pressing against you, but there’s no way. Sure, Mingi could be having a very good dream, but the, for lack of a better word, pipe that lays against your inner thigh is just too fucking big to be real. But he is 6 foot, and his hands and feet are massive, so is it really that hard to believe his cock would be huge too?

“Mmmm,” Mingi rumbles under you, his chest vibrating with the depth of his voice. You can feel him start to wake up, his fingers twitching in your hair and his belly raising as he takes a deep breath in.

His eyes open slowly, his head angling in different directions as he looks around your dark flat. Grinning down at you sleepily, he tugs your hair and murmurs something you can’t make quite out, something about warmth and being happy. You can tell the exact moment he realizes how hard he is, his body tensing under yours and a sharp gasp leaving his lips.

“Fuck, I’m sorry,” he shifts under you and tries to pull his hips away. “Don’t be, it’s not your fault,” you attempt to smile reassuringly, petting his abs over his t-shirt and attempting to keep potential awkwardness at bay.

“You’re right,” he deadpans, “It’s your fault.”

“It is?” you freeze, your smile falling and your hand stilling on his stomach. He smirks down at you, obviously proud of his little turn around and almost obnoxiously attractive as a result. You don’t know what else to say, and you’re sure he can tell, probably even likes having stunned you.

“What do you think I was dreaming about?” he quirks an eyebrow at you, letting his eyes fall to your lips.

“My sparkling personality?”

“Nah, babe. But if you don’t want to hear it, I won’t tell you.”

You know he’s teasing you, but you rush to say, “No no no no, I wanna hear it!”

You can tell he’s biting back a smirk at your enthusiasm, making you shift on top of him and inadvertently grind against his hard on. He clenches his jaw, the hand not tangled in your hair finding its way to your hip for a sharp squeeze.

“I was dreaming about you, laying in your bed in the dark, just like the photo you sent me.”

“You couldn’t even see me in that,” you remind him, but he shakes his head and breathes, “Maybe not but I knew you were there, and because I couldn’t see you, I had to fill in the blanks for myself. What you were wearing, what you were doing, who you were thinking about…”

He pulls your hips into his, the thickness of his thigh spreading your legs further and making you press harder against him.

“And in my dream, you weren’t wearing anything. You were naked, fresh out of the shower like you were when you answered the door, and you were touching yourself, thinking about me. Do you ever do that? Touch yourself and think about me?”

You gasp at his bold words, your mind going back to what exactly you did that night after you sent him that picture. How does he know?

“I know because I do the same thing, babe. I lay in my bed and I think about you, and I get so fucking hard, I can’t stand it.” His voice is deep now, his eyes half lidded and his cock throbbing beneath you as he works both you and himself up.

“Tell me, please. What do you think about?” he begs, grinding you over his thigh and gasping when he feels how your wetness has soaked through both of the layers on your bottom half.

“I think about you, how you would touch me and what you’d want to do to me and how big you probably definitely are and-”

And before you can finish exposing yourself, his mouth covers yours in a needy kiss, his groan so low pitched, you feel the vibrations in your pussy. He grows harder against you with each grind, the front of his sweats getting progressively darker from both his leaking cock and your weeping cunt.

“Fuck, can I touch you? I’ve wanted to get my hands on you for fucking years.”

“Years?!” You choke, bucking in his hold and struggling to sit up. You straddle him, your hands planted on his chest, and nearly shout, “Explain!”

Mingi grimaces, removing his hands from your hips to press his palms to his eyes so he doesn’t have to look at you as he responds. You won’t allow that, pulling his hands back and returning them to their rightful place while he gathers his courage.

“When I went up to you at San and Yeosang’s party, I wanted to ask you to dance. I saw you in my classes but you only seemed interested in learning so I didn’t want to bother you, and when I saw you at the party, I thought it was time to shoot my shot. But I chickened out and talked to you about class instead and you looked kinda… disinterested, until you saw the joints.”

All your breath rushes out of you, leaving you lightheaded and swaying on top of Mingi as you process his words. He’s been into you… this whole time? No wonder he was so upset after your first kiss, he’d been envisioning it for three years.

“I’m not saying I’m in love with you, I know that would be a lot and that we don’t actually know each other that well, but I want to get to know you that well. I want to be able to say I’m in love with you and I want to know that you’ll say it back.”

You’re a little relieved to hear that he’s not in love with you, and over the moon to hear that he wants to be. You’re also slightly scared because admitting your feelings has never been your forte, and you know it’s your turn now.

“Mingi, I- I could see myself falling in love with you. You’re so thoughtful and sweet, you know my favorite snacks and what to do when I’m stressed - you’ve always taken care of me. And it helps that you’re ridiculously hot.”

He flexes beneath you, grinning so brightly you’re nearly blinded with it. He’s also still hard, still throbbing and pressed between your legs, and your hips move before you can even think about why they shouldn’t. Nevermind that you’re having a conversation three years in the making, you have a need that’s been brewing just as long.

His head tips back at the friction, his jawline so sharp, you want to cut your tongue on it and his neck so tantalizing, your teeth ache with the desire to sink in. There’s nothing stopping you, so you lean down and drag your canines over his jugular, nipping your way to his ear to whisper, “And yes, you can touch me.”

His whole body trembles in a shiver, his cock twitching under you and his hands so tight on your hips, you know you’ll bear his fingerprints later. He gives you one last squeeze before smoothing his hands up your back, pulling you flush to him and sitting up in a movement so sudden, it steals your breath and sends your heart galloping.

You don’t have time to reorient yourself before he tips you backwards and gazes down at you with half-lidded eyes, his hands hovering over your body like he doesn’t know where he wants to touch first. You’d think after so many years spent yearning for you, he’d have a plan but-

“Can I take this off?” he breathes, his palms already sliding up your stomach and taking your tank with them. The fabric obscures your vision as soon as you nod, your arms automatically raising to allow him to pull it all the way off. You’re left in a bralette and your lounge pants, and before you can ask him to, Mingi hauls his shirt over his head, leaving you speechless and far too distracted to assist him in taking your bra off.

He glows in the natural light flowing into your living room, his muscles defined and his hair messy. He looks like a dream, literally, he looks like he did in the dream you had last night, except now you can really see him, touch him, feel him. You can feel his fingers fumbling behind your back to undo the clasp, you can feel his strong arms bracketing your waist, you can feel his warm thighs spreading yours apart.

You can also feel how wet you are, especially now that air is coming into contact with the damp gusset of your pants. You’d be embarrassed if Mingi wasn’t hard enough to cut a diamond, if he wasn’t wide eyed and slack jawed at seeing your top half bare, if he wasn’t currently ducking toward your chest with an obvious mission in his eyes.

He cups your breasts with his hands, testing their weight and holding them up for his seeking lips, his mouth wrapping around one nipple and his fingertips rolling the other. Your back arches at the wet heat that engulfs you, a sharp gasp escaping when he sets his teeth into the soft flesh and gives it a tug.

Pulling away to admire his handiwork, he brushes a thumb over the mark he just left and leans back, curling his fingers in the waistband of your pants and beginning to tug. You lift your ass just enough to help, letting Mingi fold your legs up and yank the pants off of them like he’s personally offended by the article of clothing.

You’re left in just your panties, and thank God you chose a cute pair because he’s looking so closely at you, you want to squirm. His eyes feel like physical weights on you, his hands shaking where he carefully places them on your stomach and drags them down. As he tucks his fingers into the waist of your underwear, you expect him to start taking them off but instead, he pulls them up, putting pressure on your clit and outlining your wet folds.

“What are you doing?” you gasp, one hand flying down to curl around his fingers and the other clawing at the arm of the couch.

“Having some fun.” His focus is still stuck between your legs, his voice gravelly and low, “I waited three years, babe, I have a lot of ideas.” That’s all you need to hear, the reminder of how long he’s wanted you.

“Play away,” you release his hand, letting yours join its twin above your head, and he groans at the picture you make.

“So fucking pretty, baby. Keep your hands there, yeah?”

You nod and do your best to stay still as he hikes your stretched underwear up high on your hips and spreads his knees, splaying your legs even further apart. You’re almost completely exposed like this but it’s hot, you feel hot, like maybe Mingi is the lucky one here, not you.

He’s definitely acting like that’s the case, muttering little compliments under his breath and touching you so reverently you’re shocked he’s not on his knees worshiping you. When he tucks your knees up and slides down the couch so he can shoulder your thighs apart and stare right at your clothed cunt, you wonder if that’s his next step.

You wouldn’t mind, don’t mind this, bar the fact that you wouldn’t miss your underwear. You mind it even less when he tentatively places his palms on your thigh and starts to glide them up, his calluses from lifting dragging against your sensitive skin and making you shiver.

His thumbs trace the edge of the dampened fabric, threatening to slip under and touch you bare, and you could cry at how much of a tease he’s being. You’re aching for it, your pussy so empty and wet, you won’t be surprised if he has you begging before he even takes his pants off. You’re almost ready to beg now, and just as you open your mouth to let out a, “Please,” he slides his fingers into your panties.

“Fuck,” you say in unison, your utterance sounding more like a sigh than a swear as he glides his thick fingers through your folds and over your clit. It throbs under his touch, desperate for attention, but he bypasses it to dip into your entrance and gather more of your wetness on his fingers.

He uses his other hand to pull your underwear to the side as he brings his fingers up into the light of the TV, spreading them and smirking at the strings of arousal that bridge the gap. You whine and cover your face with your hands, embarrassed at how wet you are and at the fact that he’s practically gloating over it.

“Don’t hide,” he chastises you, sucking at his fingers before peeling your hands away from your face and returning them to their place above your head. “I love how wet you are, it makes me feel good and it’ll be easier for you to take my dick later.”

He returns his focus to your cunt, licking at his lips like he’s chasing the taste of you he’d just gotten and asking, “Can I eat you out? Need you in my mouth.”

“Please!” you gasp, watching him stare at your pussy like you’re a ten course meal and he’s famished. He dives in as soon as you finish speaking, his lips finding your clit so fast you don’t even have time to take in another breath before you’re gasping again and digging your nails into the couch to keep your fingers from disappearing into his hair.

The sounds he makes as he feasts on you are obscene, his whimpers and groans and grunts sending pulses of want through your body that all end where he begins. Shaking his head, he buries his tongue deeper within your folds, curling it around your clit and sliding it as deep inside you as he can reach. No one has ever eaten you out like this before, like they’ll die if they don’t taste every drop of you, like your cunt is air and they’ve been suffocating, like they’re on death row and you’re their last meal.

It’s incredible, and it only gets better when he pulls just far enough back to rasp, “Fingers?”

“Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, Mingi.” Those may be the only words you know now, all others erased from existence by his appetite. One finger prods at your entrance before sinking in with ease thanks to how drenched you are, and you clench down around it without even thinking, your body so needy for something to fill you up that just one of his thick fingers is enough.

A second joins the first, the stretch making you sigh and his lips around your clit making you keen. He curls them, rooting around for your g-spot and finding it before you can take another breath. Digging in, he rubs his calloused fingertips over the sensitive patch of nerves, your back arching and your walls fluttering as he fucks you with his fingers.

He sucks at your clit, worrying it between his lips and laving at it with his tongue, and already, you’re starting to get close. “Harder, Mingi, please,” you whine, needing just a bit more to get there and more than willing to tell him.

His fingers pound into you, hooking into your g-spot on every thrust in and spreading on every stroke out. It’s a tight fit but he works another finger in beside the first two, his digits so much longer and thicker and better than yours. The stretch adds another layer of pleasure to what you already feel, your cunt so full with his fingers, you almost can’t believe you’re going to take his cock.

But, by God, you will, or you’ll die trying. First, though, you’ll cum.

It was really only a matter of time, and when he curls his fingers into your g-spot and leaves them there with a harsh suck of his mouth on your clit, you’re done. The wave that overcomes you is inescapable, pulls you under and into a state of rapture so blinding, you almost don’t even notice his eyes on you.

But, there they are, watching you tumble through the orgasm he pushed you into with a heat and headiness you’ve never seen before. Knowing that he’s watching you makes everything better, heightens every sensation and draws out every burst of bliss, and when he finally pulls away, he’s still watching you.

His lips are swollen, the whole lower half of his face soaked with your arousal, and he’s looking at you like he could go for seconds, thirds, and fourths. You’d let him, would let him drown in you all day if he asked, but right now, you need him to split you open.

“Fuck me, Mingi,” you half sigh, half plead, your face crumpling in impatience when he takes his time pulling his fingers out of you before licking off every single trace. He grins up at you from between your spread legs, resting his cheek on your thigh and exhaling, “Say it again.”

“Fuck me, Mingi,” you whine, “Fuck me, fuck me, fu-”

He pushes your legs apart and slides up your body, resting his hands on either side of your head and connecting your mouth with his in a searing kiss. You can taste yourself on his lips, on his tongue, and you love it, love tasting the physical evidence of your desire for him and his hunger for you.

Your fingers tuck into the waistband of his sweats and he mumbles, “Off,” into your mouth, taking over when you take too long. He pushes them and his boxers down, kicking them off his legs and leaving his massive cock hanging between your bodies and brushing against your stomach.

It’s hot to the touch and leaking precum onto your skin, and it’s also the biggest you’ve ever seen, think enough to ache in the morning and long enough to reach the end of you. Any trepidation you feel vanishes when you look back up to Mingi and find him examining you with a worried expression.

“Do you think it’ll fit?” he gently asks, looking back and forth between his body and yours with doubt.

“Make it fit,” you tell him, widening your legs as one of his hands reaches down to line his cock up with your entrance. You both watch him enter you, watch his cock split you open and spread you apart, watch it carve a path inside you that’s for him and him alone.

He shudders out a long breath as your cunt stretches to welcome him, his hips getting closer and closer to yours until they’re pressed together, his cock fully seated inside you and filling you to the brim.

You can’t breathe and it seems he can’t either, his elbows buckling and his upper body dropping to rest on yours. He’s mumbling something into your shoulder, a litany of words you can’t make out and one phrase you can, “Fucking tight and wet and perfect, never felt this good, never.”

You preen beneath him, your pussy fluttering and your hips wiggling, making him groan deep in his chest, press his teeth into your skin, and give you a sharp thrust. You buck back, following him when he recedes, and he starts moving his hips in an unhurried, smooth rhythm, his movements eased by your overflowing arousal and the three fingers he’d opened you up with.

He fucks you like that, slow and deep and dirty, until you feel like you could scream. It feels amazing, and you love being this close to him, but you need him to go harder, faster, need him to fuck you like he means it.

“Mingi,” you begin, your voice more ragged than you expect, and he lifts his head up with a smirk, grinds his hips against yours, and pulls back, sitting up on his heels and hoisting you into his lap.

You can’t hold in your gasp at the new angle, nor your moan at the way he fills you again, and again, and again. You clench down at the picture he makes, his abs flexing with every thrust and his hands huge on your hips, while he bullies through your tightness to tap your g-spot with the head of his cock. Your back arches, a wounded cry leaving your open mouth as he starts fucking you in earnest, just like you wanted.

It’s perfect, he’s perfect, everything you could ever need or ever want, and suddenly, you feel the urge to tell him.

“Mingi, you’re so fucking good, you fill me up so well,” you whimper, and you can feel him get harder in you, feel him twitch and leak and throb.

“Like nobody else, right?” he questions breathlessly, his hands tight on your hips and his brow furrowed.

“Like nobody else,” you confirm with a squeeze of your insides and a sigh of his name.

“And there won’t be anybody else, right?” he punctuates his question with a rough thrust, his cock reaching a depth that makes stars swim in your vision.

“No, baby, nobody else.”

Grinning savagely, he pounds into you, the sound of his movements inside you pornographic and nigh embarrassing. You’re so ridiculously wet, there’s a squelch every time he pushes in and a gush of arousal every time he pulls out, and both your thighs and his shine with it. Thankfully, you don’t have any thoughts to spare on being embarrassed, your hazy mind too occupied with Mingi and retaining the capacity to breathe.

“There’s no one else for me, too, you know that?” he speeds up, his hips slapping against yours and his head tipping back even as he keeps talking. “I tried, but I just keep coming back to you. Haven’t even dated in- in a year, because your pickups were enough for me, fuck, I’m close.”

A year?!

You didn’t even realize you were nearing that peak but when he shifts one hand down to rub your clit, you’re suddenly right there, teetering on the edge and waiting for him to fall over with you. He battles through the clenching of your walls to hit your g-spot, his aim so precise it’s like he’s got a lock on it, and it’s enough to break you.

“Are you cumming, baby?” he asks desperately, and you find it in yourself to nod even as your orgasm steals your breath, your voice, your ability to think. He wheezes, “Thank fucking God,” and you can feel his cock start jerking and jumping inside you as he fills you up with white, hot cum. The sensation draws out your release, makes each wave hit harder and longer, makes your cunt clench and ripple and undulate around him until he’s shaking and near tears.

“Fuck,” he sighs, pulling a hand from your hip to wipe at the sweat coating his forehead before letting himself slowly fall down and cover your body with his. You catch your breath while he rests, your pussy still pulsing around his softening dick as a combination of your cum starts to seep out.

“Can we take a shower?” you inquire in a small voice, your fingertips digging into his toned shoulders and your legs starting to ache.

“Course, baby,” he breathes, snaking his arms under you and pulling you up into his chest as he gets off of the couch. You didn’t expect him to carry you, scrambling to wrap your legs around his waist, though you know he’d never let you fall. He stops at the entrance of the hallway, unsure of where to go.

Soon enough, he’ll know your apartment as well as you know his, but until then, you direct him, “First on the left,” and hide a grin in his shoulder when he stubs his toe on the doorframe.

AN: posting part two a bit early in honor of mingi’s birthday!! im overjoyed with all the feedback i got on part one and i can’t wait to hear your thoughts on the conclusion!

thank you to @petrichor-mingi for beta reading and thank you to @bbychocolat for the original commission 💖

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kenananamin · 6 months

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Jealous, cowboy?

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Summary: You tell your situationship Nanami that you’ll be at the karaoke bar after work. He actually joins you but is immediately upset when he sees you. Nanami flicks off the cowboy hat the flirty gentleman at the bar put on your head and replaces it with his own. “Just so you know, you ride the cowboy whose hat you wear.” Not exactly full NSFW with details, but very VERY suggestive (the description should give it away lol), nanami x fem!reader, jealous nanami

You had put on a floral wrap dress for the night and now you sit at the bar, listening to someone sing their version of ‘Stacy’s Mom’ behind you on stage. You can’t help but wonder, what are you and Nanami? You don’t want to ask as you had years ago and repeat that weird encounter... but were you anything? Sure he’d offer his hand after he opened the passenger door, and sure you’d take it every time, and yeah maybe he’d hold your hand a bit until he opened the next door to wherever you were headed to that day. But did that mean anything? It was more of a situationship than anything else. Your thoughts were interrupted by a handsome man who takes the seat next to yours.

“A dos equis please,” he tells the bartender before turning to you. He smiles widely, “Hey.”

You’d never seen this man before but you politely greet back.

“What’s a girl like you doing at the bar alone, not even looking at the stage?”

“Waiting for —,” you hesitate for a second before finishing, “a friend.”

He nods and takes a drink of his beer, “Cool, I take it you got the notification for this place too?”

You nod and look at the man. Handsome… and a gentleman so far. You weren’t getting any weird signs or bad vibes from him so you lean into the conversation a bit more. Maybe this can get your mind off Nanami for a bit.

A few minutes of casual conversation later, the instrumental of a country song blasts on the speakers.

“Well well well, looks like you’ll need a hat for this song,” the handsome man takes off his hat and puts it on your head with a big smile and winks.

You return a wide smile and start to go with it until you hear and feel a flick on the back of the hat that knocks it off.

———

Nanami gets in his car and starts driving to the nearby bar before 9pm. He took the cowboy hat you gave him when he transferred to Texas and wore a simple navy blue button down with the jeans you had suggested he buy when you went to the department store together.

Nanami really liked spending time with you. He had made a few friends in Texas so far but he’d drop anything if you asked him to go out and you were the first he’d think about when he wanted to visit a new place. He liked seeing your smile, your little jog from your front door to his car, his car smelling like your perfume and lotion. He liked seeing your used mug with your lipstick stain in his sink after you helped him with a work project. God, he liked everything about you and being around you.

While driving, he wondered if you guys could be more. He fucked up that first time you asked if you were anything, his brain short-circuited and before he could think of anything, you were dressed and saying goodbye. You left the country shortly after that…

Nanami parks and takes a deep breath before getting out of his car. Maybe he’ll ask next time, he doesn’t think he should keep you waiting and 4 years was far too long to keep an amazing woman like you without answ—

Nanami's thoughts were cut short when he opened the bar door. He immediately spots you at the bar and freezes. It would only be the two of you right?? So who was that man that was smiling so brightly at you… and why were you wearing his hat? You didn’t have one of your own and — and — why were you showing him your loveliest smile...

Nanami clenches his jaw, unclenches his fists and walks towards you as fast as he can. Before he can fully register what he’s doing, he flicks the hat off your head from behind. He can see the man turn to look at him with a surprised look but Nanami ignores him. By now, you are turned and facing him. Nanami does not break eye contact with you when he removes his own hat, runs a hand over his hair, and places the hat on your head. He leans into you and puts his hands on the bar on either side of you, trapping you between the bar and himself.

The man that was talking to you raises a brow and says, “So you’re the friend.” He picks up his beer and hat from the bar top and raises his hands, “I can take a hint, don’t worry. Very nice to meet you ma’am,” he tips his hat that’s returned to his head and walks away but Nanami makes sure that your eyes do not leave his.

Nanami smirks and leans even more, now inches away from your face, from your lips. He licks his lips while looking at yours before saying, “Just so you know, you ride the cowboy whose hat you wear.”

You bite your bottom lip and slowly nod. Nanami leans into your ear and speaks quietly just for you, “That’s my girl.”

Nanami feels your hands reach the front of his shirt followed by a light tug towards you. He receives your invitation to get closer and he sends a hot breath down the side of your neck before placing a light kiss below your ear. He sees your chest cave in a bit after a slow sigh following his actions.

Completely ignoring the cheers the crowd gave the person on stage, Nanami leans back out and asks, “What if we go somewhere else for tonight?”

You blink quickly before nodding fast and grabbing a $20 bill from your wallet to give the bartender.

Nanami steps back to let you stand and wraps his arm around your waist to lead you out the bar, still wearing his hat. He opens the passenger door but stops you from stepping in and leans in to give slow kisses to your cheeks. You move your head to catch his lips but he puts a thumb on your lips to stop you.

“Still as impatient as ever, hmm? I’ll get home fast, don’t worry.”

Nanami drove back to his place in record time. You walked fast to get to his door, giggling and holding his arm. Nanami did not waste a second and was immediately and fervently kissing you inside. You tried to take off his hat but he put his hand over yours to stop you. You immediately understood and fixed it back.

Nanami did not expect anything from you when he first came from Japan but he’d be lying if he said he hadn’t fantasized about this exact moment. Your wrap dress and his clothes quickly joined a small pile on the floor.

You had taken him to a bull riding bar a couple weeks back and seeing you try to stay on that machine with a cowboy hat they lent to every rider had unlocked a new fantasy for Nanami. Seeing you above him now, doing similar movements but with his own cowboy hat, was a dream come true. He could only look up at you, a sense of bliss as your hair bounced around and you held his hat in place.

“Were you jealous, cowboy?” You ask with a smirk.

“Oh no doll, not anymore,” he let out a heavy breath and stroked your thighs.

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flugsammy · 4 months

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"..A santa Hat?"

It was a tiring week.

Holidays in the Black Hat organization have never been of much value. And when they were celebrated, a hail of disaster settled over any fun. You always enjoyed these events, despite all the conflicts.

With the arrival of Christmas Eve this year, however, Black hat informed everyone that any type of celebration for Christmas was completely prohibited. This led to a bit of disappointment for everyone.

Demencia didn't know much about Christmas traditions, but she knew that there were gifts and a lot of food. That alone was enough to make her sulk like a little child after the cancellation.

Dr. Flug never really cared about Christmas, despite having certain affectionate memories about the date. But of course, that didn't stop him from giving gifts to his son, 5.0.5, every time the day arrived, and most importantly, a big hug.

December 25th.

The day finally had arrived!

At exactly midnight you had already received a hug from 5.0.5 in a secret celebration, and given Demencia a BIG squeeze. The girl always tried to bite you due to your clinginess, and this time it was no different.

You were positively surprised at yourself after managing to hand-make gifts for both of your co-workers! Your time was quite tight due to work, and let's say your salary wasn't really.. fair, for you to buy any gift

Surely, you had a lot of nerve to even mention the holiday, especially in the mood Black Hat was in.

After a few moments, you remembered something important. There was only one person missing, who hadn't received a greeting from you yet. With silent steps, you headed towards the laboratory.

The fear of being caught in the middle of your act by Black Hat was present throughout. You were Flug's right hand, but your boss always warned you to "not distract the doctor with any of your nonsense."

Without knocking, you entered the laboratory. In the back of your mind, you expected to see him in some special outfit for Christmas, but he was introduced in his normal outfit. It was understandable, but you still thought it was a shame. He would definitely look adorable wearing Christmas clothes again.

The doctor was sitting at his desk. The vision of his glosses was completely focused on the HatBot he was currently working on. All that could be heard from him were mutters of calculations that silently left his lips.

As you slowly moved up behind his back, Flug suddenly felt a hand on his shoulder.

"Tired, doctor?"

Your voice came out as a whisper, making the pilot scream in fright. He almost fell out of his chair, but after realizing it was you, a big sigh of relief left his lips.

"W—Why do you always have to sneak out like that!?"

The irritation was visible in his voice when he heard your small giggle.

"It's just adorable watch you jump."

The doctor rolled his eyes. This was exactly why he was always against your unexpected closeness with Demencia. Flug stood up with a sigh, gesturing as he began to scold you:

"What do you want now, Y/N? You should be fixing the HatBots that Demencia broke rather than slacking off! What's the point of creating a new one if all the others are-.."

You interrupted the pilot by shushing him, making him furrow his eyebrows.

"Hey, hey, hey! You don't need to get worked up with me, Flug! I've already repaired all the HatBots, but it's EXTREMELY difficult to deliver on time when they were left in pieces after meeting Demencia's claws."

The doctor was silent as he listened. When you were done, a sigh left his lips, and he let both of his arms fall to his sides.

"Ugh.. I'm sorry. I think I'm just stressed out by this overload of work. I was hoping Black Hat would give me a little break for how well we've done our missions the entire year, but I guess I was wrong... again."

The stress radiated from his voice. Even though he was wearing his paper bag, the dark circles under his eyes were noticeable.

It brought a melancholy to your mind. You never liked seeing the doctor like this, but what could you do?

The one time you dared to ask your boss for time off for your co-worker, you got hit in the head with the demon's cane.

The thought gave you goosebumps.

An awkward silence settled in the lab for a few seconds while you thought of something to distract him from so much stress. A moment passed, when you finally broke the deafening silence:

"..I brought you something. You know, as a Christmas present."

Such words made Flug raise an eyebrow. You? Had I brought him something? This was not a common thing to happen. Quickly, he questioned:

"You bring me something? What did you..-"

He paused to watch you take something out of your deep pocket. The pilot was always curious about how so many things could fit into one piece of fabric.

The depth of it always made him skeptical.

"Here it is!"

You said happily, handing him a...

"..A santa hat?"

He asked confusedly as he looked at the red hood in his hand. After a brief analysis, his eyes fell on the two messages on both sides of the fabric.

"To my dear co-worker and friend."

"Con amor, Y/N."

His gaze shifted to the present and to you. A slightly curious expression appeared on his face.

"Why would you-.."

His question was cut in half as you suddenly wrapped both arms around his waist, pulling him into a tight hug. He jumped at the sudden movement as his eyes instantly widened.

However, he made no move to free himself from the grip.

"W—What the- What are you-"

"Merry Christmas, Flug."

Your cheerful voice echoed softly through the lab, as your left hand stroked his back. A smile appeared on your face as you felt your colleague's body slowly relax in your grip.

He let out a soft sigh, placing both arms around you gently.

"..Merry Christmas, Y/N.”

Merry Christmas for y'all! - Sam.

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lild00td00t · 9 months

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Straw Hats as siblings

I promise I love Brook and Chopper, but Brook would be such a bad influence like, Chopper gives me SUCH little brother vibes. Enjoy ! ~

Luffy

• The NASTY sibling who you don’t allow in your room

• Just him standing in your doorway is enough to get crumbs in your bed

• Purposely eats your left overs. “Oh you were saving that ? Should’ve hid it better shishishi- “

• Is always somehow in some way staining your clothes or carpet

• Definitely picks his nose and rubs it on you in an argument

• A common occurrence is midnight snacking. You’re both at the fridge at midnight having a snack, just standing in the dim light of the fridge while eating shredded cheese together

Zoro

• The older brother that your friends all crush on, sleep overs and the biggest hang out space is your house

• His room smells. I said what I said.

• ALWAYS working out

• is the embodiment of “ stay out of my room or you die “

• you can convince him to do stuff for you and your friends with alcohol

• He probably buys you and your friends alcohol if you ask too -

• Has mean nicknames for you

• Whenever he wants the last of something he’ll make you arm wrestle him for it, knowing that he’ll win every time, he’s such a meanie

Sanji

• After you get into a fight minutes later he’s knocking at your room… “you hungry ?“

• Definitely flirts with your friends mom

• Packs the cutest lunch for you every day and leaves a small note that probably has something cheesy written on it

• Always offering to make you snacks

• Will definitely comfort with you food

• When you get sick, he will not let you do ANYTHING, he takes care of you and nurses you back to health

Ussop

• Tells you so many stories, whether they’re true or not is debatable but he ALWAYS has something new to tell you

• He’s your partner in crime. When you two get in trouble you both either go down together or lie your way out

• You have a secret handshake or a made up language, everyone thinks it’s dumb but you guys know that they’re probably just jealous they don’t have something as cool as you 😎

• Loves doing arts and crafts with you, teaches you to make extremely cool crafts

• Definitely helps you sneak out of the house to go out with friends, he’d be a cool brother like that

Nami

• ALWAYS “borrowing” your stuff without asking, mainly clothes

• Keeps a list of how much money you borrow from her

• helps you do your makeup before you go out, she’s probably the one who teaches you about how to apply it and what to wear fashion wise

• Writes down EVERYTHING you have ever done to her. Yknow how people keep screen shots ? Nami keeps a small book of everything you’ve done to her, and will ALWAYS find a reason to use it in an argument

• Extremely over protective, investigates people before you affiliate yourself with them

• Definitely gives amazing relationship advice

• Gossiping with you is a common occurrence

• If your ex was ever horrible to you she would blackmail TF out of them

Robin

• Helps you with your homework, if there’s something you don’t understand she’ll help you until you do !

• Always having lunch with you, she brings you food when you’re at school

• Loves helping you clothes shop, she’ll give her opinion when asked but she just enjoys being out with you

• Tells you facts out of nowhere, the room will be silent and all the sudden she’s like busting out some historical fact

• She also probably buys the sister bracelets or the necklaces like they have at Claires, she proudly shows it off like the best big sister ever <3

• Definitely scares off creepy guys or girls from you, she’s always looking out for you

Franky

• SO competitive, everything you two do is a sibling rivalry. Who finishes their food first ? Who can get the most compliments on their new hairstyle ? Everything is a competition between you two !

• In all seriousness he’s an amazing brother, he’s always striving to make you smile or happy

• Checks the oil in your car, but complains the whole time about how you don’t take care of your stuff

• He’s usually driving you everywhere, he was probably the one who taught you how to drive

• If ANYTHING happens with your car, TV, stove, toilet, he’s the first person you call, he usually knows exactly how to fix whatever it is

• Would definitely threaten your S/O to take care of you, probably threatens to put sugar in their gas tank if anything happens to you-

• Also the first person you ask to open something

Chopper

• “ mom said it’s MY turn on the Xbox “

• He gives me major little brother vibes, I have a feeling he’d high key be a tattle tale-

• LOVES when you play games with him, now when he loses ? That’s a different story, I feel like he’s the type of sibling that cries in monopoly because he has no money :(

• Loves asking you random questions

• You two are always snacking together

• Also study sessions are common with you guys

• When you get sick, funnily enough he’s the one taking care of you, always bringing you hot soup or tea with an ice pack for your fever, he’ll make sure you don’t feel alone while you’re sick <3

Brook

• Bad influence

• Like Zoro, he would probably buy you and your friends beer if you asked

• Would read your diary, 100%

• Definitely the brother that your friends think is super cool and laid back

• Tries to teach you how to play guitar or piano

Jimbei

• The responsible sibling, he’s always packing your lunch, taking you to school, scheduling appointments, taking you to practice, he’s pretty much the reason you’re always on time and prepared

• Checks your homework when you’re finished

• he’s also extremely polite!When meeting your friends parents they absolutely adore him, I imagine that polite nature also rubs off on you which makes Jimbei so proud

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cheezbites · 6 months

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Headcanons of Dating Spider Noir

✎: I’m going to drop so many Spider Noir blogs from now you have no idea (as well as Ghost… from COD😛)

♡Summary: Headcanons of dating Spider Noir !!<3

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Bf!Noir is more on the traditional and old fashioned side, and it’s the cutest thing ever. He doesn’t miss a beat to knock on your door when it’s Valentine’s day, wearing his best cologne and suit, making his best efforts to look as presentable as possible with a vibrant bouquet, a romantic letter and a box of your favourite chocolates. It makes you fall in love with him more and more by the minute. It’s another one of the things you love most about him. He’s also the type of traditional to open the car door for you, say “ladies first” or put an arm on your shoulder/waist to guide you through bustling crowds.

Bf!Noir makes frequent check ups. He’s a tad bit inconsistent with his timing but he’ll usually come late, like noon or night. He doesn’t show up too much to come off as clingy and not too less to seem redundant. He couldn’t help but care for your well-being. If you were to text him, he’d arrive at your front door as soon as possible.

You just finished changing into your pyjamas, got your snacks and a snug blanket. You were planning on putting on a movie before going to bed. Your window somehow opened and closed, like it had a mind of it’s own. This didn’t catch you off guard, you were used to this.

“What are we watching?” Noir asked, sitting besides and wrapping an arm around you. You rested your head on his shoulder as you skimmed over your Netflix watch list.

Noir doing his weekly and partially late check ups was nothing new to you. He felt a vague sense of relief when he saw you with no bruises, cuts or injuries as he can’t forgive himself each and every time se saw you hurt, even if it wasn’t his fault.

Bf!Noir gave you gifts, this soon became was a mutual thing, where gift receiving was your guys’s love language. He rarely asks for what you want when he gets you them, he just has this divine intuition when it comes to it. You always follow up with a, “Holy shit, how did you know?” or “I’ve been wanting this for decades,” as you happily took whatever he was presenting you with and embracing him in a tight hug, peppering his face in kisses. Most of the time, he’ buys you things because it made him think about you. He restricts himself from doing this every single time he looks at something and you’re his first thought, because then you’d have never-ending heaps and heaps of products, clothes, items and expensive gifts. He just loves spoiling you.

Bf!Noir enjoys and is grateful each and every time you made him dinner whenever you knew he was going to come around. He always had the same amount of gratitude, and if not, he’d show even more than the before when eating your cooking.

Bf!Noir took note of your little ‘hat thief habit’ where you’d take and wear his dark detective hat whenever he came over. He thinks it looks cuter on you, anyways. It slowly became akin to a tradition, and you couldn’t help but do a posh, plummy upper class accent if you were wearing it.

This one time he forgot it at yours. Later on, he came over to collect it upon realising. When you answered the door you playfully tilted it down at him in greetings and grinned at him for the sole purpose of teasing him.

“Lookin’ smart, detective L/N.” He chuckled, taking it from you and placing it on his head.

Bf!Noir is a committed man, he’s committed to you and his work. He has a good balance between those two things. You’re still and always going to be his number one priority; he loves and would drop everything just to protect you.

Bf!Noir had to warm up to the iPhone and other modern day technology, and he did so with you.

He was bored, you were bored. You guys started exchanging messages. These messages slowly transitioned into you guys playing satirical games amongst yourselves before you came up with the idea of playing a lighthearted game involving emojis. He’s not used to these tiny, cute pictograms on his keyboard. They’re all so colourful and bright… and cute!

Y/N: 😺😽🙀lol they have cute kitty faces too !!

Noir: 🪆When would anyone use this in your typical day to day conversation? 🪅 or this one…

Y/N: 😭😭😭i can’tt

Noir: What’s wrong, Y/N? Did something happen? What does that crying face mean. Should I come over?

Y/N: Peter.

(Noir reacted 🤔 to your message).

And when he finally warmed up and got used to things, you guys played this emoji story game; making elaborate stories with emojis and taking turns guessing the storyline - which he was unsurprisingly good at no matter how vague or hard you tried making them.

Bf!Noir loves a good brain-teaser; making him an overly skilled ‘puzzle mastermind’.

You found this large jigsaw puzzle in your garage and laid it out in your coffee table, determined to finish it. It was conveniently misplaced as you were trying to find something productive to pass time, anyways. The pieces were fairly small, and there was a ton of them. As you poured them out onto your tables surface, you couldn’t help but mentally reconsider doing this as you listened to the nonstop clattering of them falling and pouring, like a never ending waterfall of puzzle pieces.

Fortunately, you invited Noir over not too long ago - before you even started doing this. He was met with the sight of you trying to solve a Paris themed jigsaw, you only got around to some of the corner pieces in about five minutes.

“What do we have here?” he asked, taking his black trench coat off before settling down besides you.

You explained your need for ‘a good brain exercise’ as your hands and gaze were still hyper-focusing still trying to fit some pieces onto others. He reached his hand out, subconsciously helping you in doing so like it’s just in his nature. He effortlessly found their proper places in lightning speed.

“I know you’re gonna finish it anyways,” you giggled, watching how quick he was working.

“Probably not. I’m only doing a few, anyways,” he said, contradictory to how he finished the entire thing before he or you even realised it.

You both laughed off his witty habits before admiring the jigsaw masterpiece of the Eiffel Tower. He made a memorable promise to you, gently cupping your face and meeting your gaze before saying it. He promised he would actually take you to Paris one day to make up for it. And how that he would take you to see the whole world together before planting a soft kiss on your head through his mask. You guys spent the rest of your time together zealously discussing countries on your bucket list.

Bf!Noir takes you to fancy dinners. He admired the sight of you, the warm restaurant lights shadowed you in a beautiful glow as you skimmed over the extravagant menu, looking as gorgeous as ever in doing so. He’d listen to you and whatever soft jazz that faintly buzzed through the restaurant’s atmosphere as you both enjoyed each other’s company.

Bf!Noir loves taking you to his house every now and then. It’s size was comparable to a mansion; a dark, mysterious mansion. It honestly reflected him quite well. The overall colours were monotone and dark - although there were subtle splashes of colour here and there. Everything you can think of is in there - even a library. There’s intricate details on his staircase’s banister, an office that he takes great pride in and spends most of his time in and lavish painting peppered around the walls. He seldom lets people into the safety of his house, so him letting you come over felt amazing - it felt amazing knowing he could trust you so much. He always feels the need to wipe down every single crevice before you come over, despite him already being super organised.

Bf!Noir was smoking a dimly lit cigarette as you both admired the tranquil city at night from your balcony. He blew his smoke away from you, subtly turning his head and parting his lips away from you as he puffed it out. You both listened to the wind, the faint honks from cars, vehicles zooming past and watched the city lights illuminate buildings like twinkling stars. It was all such a perfect, intimate and calm moment. You gestured for him to lend you a cigarette. He took the one in his mouth out and offered it to you - you took it and giggled at his antics.

“I had another pack, I swear,” he chucked, not even trying to hide the smirk on his face.

Masterlist

(Masterlist includes the Call Of Duty versions for headcanons of dating characters + other fandoms).

TOP ONES!!!

Headcanons of dating Ghost

Headcanons of dating König

Headcanons of dating Price

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tojiswhore-nanamisslut · 3 months

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An Unexpected Treat

Pairing: Yuuji x Megumi

Warning: none this is just fluff :)

Synopsis: Megumi has a day off and decides to get boba where he meets Yuuji for the first time. It's just a little meet-cute fic.

a/n: This is only the third fic I've ever written (and the first I've ever posted) and it's based off of a tumblr post and a beloved mutual's tags on said post. It's like a boba shop au lol.

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It was a rare day off for Megumi, meaning he didn’t have any missions, classes, or Gojo to deal with. On days like these he usually liked to read or explore the city. Today, he opted for the latter. After Ijichi dropped him off in town, he began wandering. He didn’t have any specific plans in mind, so when he saw a new boba shop across the street he made a beeline for it. What better beverage to have while walking around than a milk tea with tapioca?

As Megumi got closer, he noticed the sign outside that said this was their grand opening. It would explain the long line running outside the store. Well, he didn’t have anything else to do today so he hopped into the queue.

As Megumi made his way into the store, he noticed a boy with pinkish hair and bright eyes, probably around the same age as himself, wearing an apron and a hat that had the store’s logo on them. Despite dealing with so many customers for who knows how long, he had a genuine smile on his face and listened to each customer’s concerns and feedback, which was seeming to become more and more negative. Soon, one of the other workers in the store came around to the line and loudly announced that everyone in line past Megumi would have to come back another day, “We’re so sorry for the inconvenience. We were much busier than we expected and we’ve run out of a lot of things, and we only have a few cups left.” The announcement was met with groans and dirty looks. These poor workers, Megumi thought, it’s not their fault that they were so busy and they only just opened. It’s not like they could have known how much of anything they’d need. And their buy one, get one free deal naturally made them run through their inventory faster than they expected to.

Soon, it was Megumi’s turn to order and the boy he noticed earlier was standing across the counter from him, “Hi! Thank you for waiting. What can I get for you?” There it was again, that smile that radiated warmth. Megumi felt like he was pretty good at reading people, and this boy’s attitude seemed genuine. It wasn’t the typical polite customer service smile that so many people were forced to adopt. It caught Megumi a little off guard but he had plenty of time to think about his order, so he asked for a black milk tea with boba, light ice, and 25% sweet.

“Ah I’m sorry” the boy rubbed his neck and looked away, “We’re actually out of tapioca, we’re out of a lot of stuff” he gave a sheepish grin.

“Oh, that’s all right. What other pudding options do you have?” Megumi asked.

“Oh, here! I can give you a sample of this.” The pink-haired boy exclaimed. He took a spoon and scooped up a yellow-colored topping. Megumi raised his arm in anticipation of grabbing the spoon from the teen but then next thing he knew, the boy was holding his chin and bringing the spoon to his mouth.

Megumi’s mind went blank. He had never been in this situation before. He started to raise his hand higher to knock the boy’s hand off his face, when the boy gently pulled down on his chin and stuck the spoon in. His eyes were like crescent moons with how much he was grinning, head tilted slightly to the side. Megumi couldn’t help the blush that formed across his face. This boy felt like the sun. He radiated warmth in every way. From the smile that looked like you were a friend he had known his whole life to the way his strong hand held his chin so tenderly. Megumi wondered what it would be like to hold his hand in his o--Megumi’s eyes went wide at his train of thought and he immediately whipped his head away in embarrassment, taking his mouth off the spoon in the process. The boy looked shocked at his sudden movement but quickly recovered, that brilliant smile painting his face once again, “So? Did you like it?”

Megumi, blushing furiously and unable to look the other one in the eye mumbled a quiet “yeah” and paid for his drink and quickly left the shop once it was done, almost missing the enthusiastic youth’s call, “Come back again! I’ll make sure we have tapioca for you next time!!”

Megumi thought about the interaction for the rest of the day, heat rising to his face each time he did. Megumi did his best to keep his distance from others. He knew it didn’t make sense to get attached to people in this world, because as a jujutsu sorcerer, life was a fleeting thing that could be taken all too easily. But something about that boy made Megumi’s heart flutter. He occupied his every thought and he wanted to know more about him. Does he live in the city or does he commute? Where does he go to school? How did he come to work at a boba shop? And most importantly, what was his name?

Finally, after two weeks, Megumi found time to swing by the boba shop again in the hopes of seeing the boy with the pink hair and the smile like the sun.

The shop wasn’t as busy this time around, it was almost nighttime now because Megumi had class during the day and couldn’t get out until after. Which explained why Megumi almost ran into the youth leaving the shop. They looked at each other for a second before the boy recognized Megumi.

“Oh hey!! You’re the guy from the grand opening who wanted tapioca!”

There was that brilliant smile again.

“Uh, yeah. I was in the city and wanted boba so I figured I’d go here...” Megumi trailed off. He didn’t know where to go from here. The youth’s shift was clearly over, and Megumi couldn’t help the slight sag in his shoulders.

“Well we do have tapioca today, but if you want boba I’d actually recommend a different place. It’s way better than this one.” He said through a grin. “I can take you there if you’re not busy!”

Megumi’s eyes widened. He wasn’t expecting this at all. This boy barely knew him and he was offering to walk him somewhere? Megumi tried to fight down the blush forming on his cheeks and looked away from the friendly boy. Getting boba was just an excuse to see the smiling youth again, so the potential to spend more time with him seemed too good to be true. But he’d accept fate's offer for today.

“Sure, okay.”

“Awesome! I’m Yuuji Itadori by the way.” Yuuji extended his hand.

Megumi looked at it. It was the same hand that had so delicately held his chin two weeks ago. He had wondered back then what it would feel like in his own, and although a handshake isn’t exactly what he had in mind at the time, he figured it would satiate his curiosity.

“I’m Megumi Fushiguro. It’s nice to meet you.” He met the boy’s hand halfway and embraced it. He could feel calluses and immense strength behind it; how did this boy--Itadori, learn to be so gentle? And just like when Itadori held his chin that one day, he could feel warmth radiating off of his hands, warming his own cold one. Megumi didn’t want to let go. It felt so natural. And the way Yuuji was smiling at him made his whole body warm up. He had never seen a smile so genuine and carefree before.

Megumi was snapped out of his thoughts by Yuuji’s question, “So do you wanna get going?”

Megumi’s eyes widened and he released Yuuji’s hand.

“Yeah, sorry let’s go.”

“Great! Follow me!!”

Megumi tried to hide the blush that was rising on his face. He had clearly held the boy’s hand for longer than would be deemed socially acceptable for a first meeting. And he imagined it seemed extra weird from his gaze into the boy’s face. But Yuuji didn’t seem fazed at all. If anything, Megumi could have sworn that Itadori also had a small blush across his face. But it could also just be the cold weather, he thought.

The boba place was only a few blocks away, so they made it there in short time.

“Hmmm what are you going to get, Fushiguro?” Yuuji asked while looking up at the shop’s menu.

“Probably what I got last time but with tapioca.”

“Cool! I think I’m going to get a strawberry milk tea.”

Megumi was looking up at the menu right behind Itadori as he was ordering but snapped his gaze to him when he heard the youth ordering a second drink.

“Yeah and I’ll also get a black milk tea with light ice and 25% sweetness and tapioca please!”

“Huh? Itadori what are you--”

“I’m getting your drink too! This place was my idea and I feel bad that you didn’t get the drink you wanted last time I saw you.” Itadori took the receipt they gave him and both boys made their way over to the pick-up counter.

“You didn’t have to do that, it's not like it was your fault the shop ran out of tapioca. And I liked the topping you f--, uh, gave me.” Megumi’s cheeks reddened as he recalled Yuuji feeding him the topping.

Yuuji smiled, “Yeah, well, just consider this my treat!”

“#54!” A barista called out.

“Oh that’s us.” Yuuji grabbed both drinks and handed one to Megumi. “Here you go, Fushiguro, this one is yours.”

“Thanks.” Megumi looked at the tag on the cup and only then realized that Yuuji had remembered his order from two weeks ago. He hadn’t told the youth exactly what he was going to get when they were in line.

“You remembered my order from two weeks ago?” Megumi looked at Yuuji, eyebrows raised in pleasant surprise.

At that, Megumi noticed an unmistakable blush spread across the other boy’s face followed by a sheepish grin as he rubbed the back of his neck and looked away. “Oh..hah..yeah I guess I just have a good memory. Hey let’s go sit over there!”

As if to change the subject, Yuuji immediately pulled Megumi over to a bench outside the shop. Megumi didn’t mind the sudden contact or abrupt change in conversation, because it gave him another chance to feel Itadori’s hand in his own again. It was a feeling he thought he could get used to.

As the boys drank their boba they also spent the time chatting. Well, Yuuji was doing most of the talking, but neither seemed to mind. Yuuji liked to talk and Megumi liked to listen.

Megumi learned that Yuuji was the same age as him, and went to a public school and lived with his grandpa. He was also apparently insanely athletic, but he wasn’t in any after school sports because they went too late and he always made it a point to visit his grandfather in the hospital after school.

As Yuuji talked, Megumi sat and listened. He noticed how expressive the youth was in the way he spoke. He noticed his undercut that was a little bit darker than the rest of his hair, and how his hair hung a little bit over his forehead. He noticed how brown his eyes were, and how they seemed so open and inviting. But what captivated Megumi the most was the boy’s smile. Had he ever smiled like that before? He couldn’t recall a time when he did, yet this boy wore it all the time.

“Hey Fushiguro, do you have a curfew?”

“Uh. Not really.”

“Oh, that’s nice. I don’t either since I kind of live alone. But I usually try to be home by 8pm. Y’know. Just to be responsible.”

Megumi was surprised by some of the things Yuuji said. At times, it seemed as if the youth had lived longer than he actually had. It was rare to find a 15 year old that had the sense of responsibility that Itadori had.

“Oh...so I guess you probably have to leave, then?” Megumi’s heart dropped a little when he realized it was already 8:15pm. But he also couldn’t help the slight skip in his heartbeat when he thought about Yuuji staying out later to talk to him. He didn’t want their time to end.

“Yeah...but hey I have an idea! Why don’t we exchange numbers! Then we can keep in touch.” Itadori looked hopeful, a small blush playing across his cheeks.

As if the blush was infectious, Megumi’s face started to warm as well. “Yeah. I think that’s a good idea.” Megumi smiled shyly and took out his phone for them to exchange numbers.

“Thanks again for the boba, Itadori. I really liked it” Megumi smiled.

Seeing Megumi smile made Yuuji’s own smile grow even more, “Of course! Any time Fushiguro. I’ll see you around!”

As the youths began walking their separate ways, Megumi paused and summoned all the courage he could.

“Wait, Itadori!” Megumi called out.

Yuuji turned around, a quizzical look on his face.

“Um, are you free tomorrow? I was thinking maybe we could get dinner. My treat this time.”

Thank god it was night time. Megumi’s entire face was a deep red. He wasn’t even sure what came over him. He knew better than to get involved with people as a sorcerer. This could only end in heartbreak. But he just couldn’t help himself. It wasn’t enough to just talk on the phone. He wanted to see Yuuji again. He was drawn to him like a moth to flame. To his smile, his warmth, him. For once, Megumi decided to be selfish and irresponsible.

Love is the most twisted curse of all. His teacher’s words rang through his head.

Yeah, well, curses be damned. He’d take Yuuji Itadori and any curses that came with him. Because if something so warm, so comfortable, so genuine, could curse him... well he’d welcome it with open arms.

“Yeah....I’d like that. I’ll see you tomorrow then, Fushiguro.” And Yuuji was off with a little wave of his hand, sporting that signature smile colored with a blush that mirrored Megumi’s.

Tomorrow, Megumi thought, maybe he could hold Itadori’s hand for a little bit longer.

#itafushi #itadori #megumi #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk fics #jjk fanfics #itadori x fushiguro #yuuji x megumi #mine #writing #posts #my writing

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tacky-jack-with-a-hat · 5 months

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*knocking at your door*

Excuse me do you have a moment to talk about gay cowboys??

Ok, here's some gay cowboys hc (idk if you meant Texas, the old west, or just cowboy themed stuff so I wrote about all 🤠):

Gay Texas

•Texas doesn't think he's gay he just assumes it's Austin's feelings peeping through and gets mad at Austin for "not keeping it to himself". Although, Austin is bi but doesn't know if Texas is either in denial or just plain dumb. What he does know is Texas keeps a film stills from a silent film Calfornia starred in before the 1937 Fox vault fire where it was thought to be lost.

The stills show Cali in a cowboy hat and boots kissing his co-star. It was filmed before the hay's code so it went a little far (by 1920s standards).

Actual Old west

•California was an important part of the wild west and at the time he was too socially awkward to communicate but due to his gold rush and the way he was just good at being a cowboy, all the other states respected him at that time for what they thought was "stoicism"- until they got to know Cali better and realised that it was autism and anxiety.

•In the wild west, Oklahoma and Texas had a large rivalry and began encouraging other states to join their gangs. It all came ahead when the two challenged each other to a duel, and Oklahoma took the bullets out of Texas' gun. Texas' eyes widened as he shot blanks. With the upper hand Oklahoma could have killed Texas, but in the last moment decided to shoot a barrel instead- he blamed it on the sun. Neither side believed him but to this day no one knows why Oklahoma didn't do it.

• Oregon had stomach cramps because of dysentery, and was often the butt of the joke to the other states

Wild West Rodeo (themed hc)

•Every year the old west states take it in turn to throw a western themed party/rodeo. But every decade or something happens to make a new rule for the party. These include:

-North and South Dakota should be separated when drunk or they'll kill each other

-When renting a mechanical bull, don't buy it from Nevada because you don't know where they've been. (;ಠ⁠_⁠ಠ)

-no skinny jeans on the mechanical bull (Cali once tore his pants and bc he was drunk he started sobbing and venting about trauma and everyone just drank more and went quiet)

-Never reveal the party to Florida. If California hosts then he has to encourage Loui to throw a party to distract him.

-Horseracing and shooting games should be done at separate times so they don't trample anyone.

-Colorado can't put his cannabis plants next to the stables.

#wttt #welcome to the table

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familyvideostevie · 1 year

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Hiiii--can you do a extra where bee girl and Steve go to an amusement park in November or something? Absolutely loved the fic

now that it's november i can do this one! hope you enjoy :) thank you for reading! this takes place immediately post-au. bee girl, steve, and their friends go to an amusement park 0.8k, fluff, a no good at waiting one-shot | au masterlist ___

The news that you'd be staying in Hawkins is met with sheer elation from everyone. Jonathan calls Nancy as soon as he hears and she plans a trip back almost immediately. Eddie and Robin make a list of about 50 things for you to do together before the end of the year from sledding to ice skating to skinny dipping. And the gaggle of teens who you've become so fond of is quick to claim you for some hangouts of your own.

And Steve? Well, Steve is just glad you're still here. And shows your -- with kisses and jokes and promises of dates to come. Though he's a little put out that the first actual plan you get to make since your big love confession at the last market is...taking the kids to an amusement park halfway across the state. He grumbles and moans at how you're going to have to take two cars, half of the group in Eddie's clunky van and half the BMW Steve never drives anymore.

But you know him well enough to know that he's excited. Steve Harrington, former popular boy-turned-farmhand is excited about an amusement park. he makes you love him more every day.

As soon as you pull into the parking lot, Eddie's van not far behind, your trio of Max, Lucas, and Dustin jump out and stretch their legs. El, Will, Mike, Robin, and Eddie haul themselves to the pavement. Everyone is practically bouncing with anticipation.

"Listen up," Steve says, hands on his hips. "If you're not back at the gates by 5 we're leaving you here. It's an hour and a half back to Hawkins, don't forget!"

"Whatever, mom," one of them says, you can't even tell who. It might be Robin. Without further ceremony they all dash for the gates, pocket money in hand for tickets.

You gently grab Steve's wrist to check his watch. 12 pm. "Plenty of time for them to tire themselves out," you tell him. He snorts.

"I don't think that's possible, actually." He interlaces your fingers. It's a cold day, almost too cold for this outing, but you made sure to bring gloves and a hat and convinced the kids to do the same. You hope that they sell hot drinks in the park.

"Come on guys," Robin calls. "I want to see Steve throw up after that rollercoaster."

Steve does not throw up after the inverted coaster but Eddie does. You spy Max and Lucas laughing in line for the bumper cars and El and Dustin tugging Mike for another ride on something that seems like it goes very fast. Robin buys the biggest bag of popcorn she can find and refuses to go on anything that twists more than once.

It's a wonderful day. Steve laughs more than you've heard him laugh since Halloween -- which is your fault, of course, but you don't linger on that -- and his hand stays in yours the whole time. Especially on the rides.

You ditch Eddie and Robin after a few hours as they go on the Ferris Wheel like children in favor of getting some of the hot cider you were hoping for.

"Are you having fun?" Steve asks you. His cheeks are pink and his eyes are bright from the adrenaline of the ride you just got off.

"Yes," you tell him. "Loads of fun." He wrinkles his nose and takes a sip of the cider you're sharing. It makes you think of your first kiss. He looks so happy, so content, that you have to kiss him again, right now. Just a quick peck on the cheek, suitable for a public place full of children and your own shyness at this growing love between you.

He pouts. "C'mon," he says. "That wasn't a real kiss."

"Oh, I think it was real enough, Steve," you scoff. You sling a leg over his knee where you're sitting on a bench and knock your shoulders together.

"Come here," he says, taking the cardboard cup from you gently. "Please? Honey?" He drags out the y of your nickname. You roll your eyes but lean in. His warm hand cups your cheek gently and he presses his lips to yours just like that night by the bonfire. Except this time it feels like a promise of more kisses to come, of the happiness and love he feels, of all the good days ahead of you.

"If we go on the Ferris wheel will you let me french you at the top?" he says once he pulls away. You burst out laughing and flick his ear before standing.

"Only one way to find out," you say as you fight a cheek-splitting grin. Steve grins back.

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington imagine #no good at waiting

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madychi · 1 year

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List of random Headcanons/Ideas!

Post-Sonic Frontiers edition!

Starting off with Sonic:

After Sonic Frontiers I don’t think much will change for Sonic. He’s still gonna live life free as the wind, stop Eggman’s plans, and enjoy a nice chilidog after a hard days work.

I like to think Sonic will take over guarding the Master Emerald while Knuckles is out adventuring and treasure hunting. He doesn’t stay on the island 24/7, but at the end of the day he always makes sure he’s on Angel Island.

Sonic does, in fact, become the ultimate chao dad while staying on Angel Island.

He keeps in contact with his traveling friends through letters. Amy consistently writes weekly, Tails writes every other week, and Knuckles is completely inconsistent with his letters.

Sonic and Rouge have a bit of a truce going on so she won’t steal the Master Emerald. All she asks in return is to be allowed to hold onto the chaos emerald until Sonic needs them.

Sonic finds himself spending more time with his other friends, which he enjoys.

When he finds out Eggman restored Sage he starts relentlessly teasing him about being a dad. Eggman once retorted by mentioning Sonics lack of a father. Sonic no longer teases Eggman about being a dad.

Moving onto Tails:

As soon as he can, Tails sets off on his journey/adventure. At first he is very nervous, and is not used to not having someone to fall back on.

Tails ends up having his own enemy, one that isn’t Eggman. I like to think it would be a villain that uses magic, like Witch Cart. Why a magic villain? Well it would provide a nice contrast in their dynamic, technology vs magic, similar to Eggman and Sonic’s dynamic, Technology vs Nature- jk I just want an excuse for Tails to learn magic.

The first time Tails see’s himself on a newspaper with the header “Sonics sidekick turned hero?!” He immediately buys one and sends it to Sonic.

Tails took the Tornado in the divorce-

On one singular occasion Tails has to go to his home island to continue to fight his villain. He definitely got funny looks, but he didn’t let them get to him. He would later write a very long letter to Sonic about the experience.

Tails doesn’t realize how much he’s grown during his adventure until he meets back up with everyone after a few years have passed. Having to look down to see Sonic was a jarring experience.

There was an instance during one of his adventures where he crossed paths with Knuckles. They got brunch and chatted a bit. Knuckles offered to help Tails with his adventure but Tails declined the offer.

Give Tails a solo game Sega please I beg of you-

Knock knock its Knuckles:

Knuckles was very hesitant to leave Angel Island and the Master Emerald in Sonics hands at first. Sonic had to practically throw him off the island for him to get going.

One of the first souvenirs Knuckles needs to get on his travels is his hat. I don’t make the rules it just be like that.

Knuckles is pretty well know across the world thanks to his role as leader of the Resistance back in Sonic Forces. It’s always a fun surprise when he comes across an old rookie.

Knuckles doesn’t start off treasure hunting right away, he actually starts off as a simple traveler searching for and explore ancient ruins. It’s the maps and clues he finds in the ruins that leads him down the path of a treasure hunter.

Maybe Knuckles can meet/reunite with Mighty and Ray 👉👈

With Knuckles spending most of his time traveling in nature he doesn’t get to send letters to Sonic as consistently as he’d like, but when he does he makes sure to make the letter as details as he can.

Anytime he hears news of Eggman attacking he’ll check it out, just to make sure the Master Emerald isn’t involved.

Last but not least, Amy Rose!

Amy, all packed up with Sticks and Cream, head out on their road trip around the world. Their goal, to spread their love with the world!

With Amy’s trip all planned out she’s able to consistently write to Sonic weekly to tell him all about her doings.

Amy does a lot during her trip, organizing fundraisers, stopping some troublemakers, and doing tarot card readings (Give us Sonic themed tarot cards Sega please-)

She would definitely start small operations where she cooks big meals and anyone is welcome to come by to eat.

I feel like Amy would, similarly to Knuckles, be pretty well known worldwide because of her role in the resistance.

I think out of everyone she could come across in her travels, she’d end up meeting up with Shadow. Since the Twitter Takeovers are canon to me and you can’t tell me otherwise, I think he would join her little road-trip and bring up the whole “cat orphanage for all the stray cats of the world” idea. She would absolutely love the idea.

Yes Amy would most definitely play matchmaker a few times while on her road trip. She’ll say she only did it two or three times; Sticks, Cream, and Shadow will say she’s done it at least thirty times.

#sonic frontiers #post sonic frontiers #sonic the hedgehog #sonic #miles tails prower #tails miles prower #knuckles the echidna #knuckles #amy the hedgehog #amy rose #sonic headcanons

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mattypattypinky · 5 months

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🎀Vector Holiday Head Canon's🎀

He LOVES halloween,

most years he goes trick or treating. If he were to hand out candy I feel like if they knocked at his door he'd be like "Trick" and steal kids candy 😭😭😭

He'd love couples costumes. He'd do god awful ones, Like ketchup and mustard - or peanut butter and jelly, or Velma and someone else from the mystery gang. (He'd wanna be Velma. He'd wear the skirt and everything.)

Sometimes he has goofy halloween costumes but occasionally he'd use a actually scary costume. He'd scare kids for fun during halloween.

I feel like he'd dress up as other villains for halloween especially big ones he looks up too. (He dressed up as Megamind once and put on a bald cap and everything.)

He'd decorate the outside of his fortress and his living room depending on the holiday.

During christmas he'd have a ton of lights, and little yard decorations. He'd also decorate his security system depending on the holiday. His lasers have christmas hats on them. His lasers are red and green so if you get laser-ed to death it would be festive colors 🎊!!!

He'd have celebratory music in his yard and around his fortress, depending on what holiday it is. It'd be loud and obnoxious. Everytime a neighbor steps outside they can hear jingle bells or kidnap mr sandy claws or something depending on the holiday and time.

He's definitely the type to buy cookies on Christmas, NOT for Santa, but for himself. The girls would think he's buying cookies for Santa but he's not. Even if Santa was real he wouldn't share with the guy. He'd be like "suck on this Santa" while he's eating the cookies😭

He might have specific outfits for different holidays.

During halloween he'd decorate a lot of jack-O-lanterns because they're orange (They're on brand.) He carves his Logo into them.

He wouldn't really celebrate Easter that much, he'd probably just buy Easter candy or draw. "The day that christ rose? Why do I care about Jesus"

He does the same thing he does to Santa to Jesus on easter.

He'd celebrate Yule, - He'd decorate with dried oranges.

He'd probably call his dad each holiday to wish him a good one. He'd also send his dad card and his dad would send him a gift or enclose money in the envelope even though they're both rich and don't need too😭.

He'd create robotic reindeer that attach to his flight machine. They probably also play christmas music, or make jingling noises when it flies. 😭 either that or he'd make a whole working Santa Sleigh-

He'd cosplay the grinch.

I feel like during different holidays he might scheme up some villain plan according to it. Like halloween he could steal some big halloween thing or decorations or he could steal kids candies 😭

he'd steal a 9ft tall giant skeleton from every yard he can find.

He'd be a big fan of The Grinch he'd probably aspire to be like him. He'd think he's a real villain. or was a real villain- I mean he stole from an entire town. When he watches any grinch movie he stops right after he gets all the gifts as he doesn't wanna watch the reformation scenes.

He'd wanna go and get a picture with mall Santa's. He'd wanna go sit in their lap despite being a full adult. He'd give them a list of things he wants.

"Okay, so, for Christmas this year, I want a new nuclear reactor, because my old one broke. And I want two pounds of uranium."

He thinks Thanksgiving is a bogus holiday, but he will use it as an excuse to eat a lot of food. But he wouldn't cook any of it, he'd order a massive dinner from some fast food and eat it all in one night. He'd get an extreme stomach ache and make himself really sick😭

You walk into the room and hes sprawled out on the couch with one hand on his stomach complaining about how he can't move and that it hurts😭😭😭

he's such a baby-😭

and if you offer him a solution he'd whine "Nooooo"'s.

On Valentines Day he'd cry about not having a partner, calling it a bogus holiday and he'd use it as an excuse to eat alot of junk food. He'd watch a shark tale on Valentine's day......... 💀........... He'd also CRY to that movie. If he had a partner during Valentine's Day he'd make them watch it and he'd claim that Oscar and Angie are "So us" just ignoring the fact that Oscar nearly cheats on Angie TWICE 😭😭😭😭😞😞😞😞 He'd get a tummy ache from the chocolate.

He gets a stomach ache MOST holidays actually. They're a recipe for constipation. 😭😭😭😭 He complains for days afterwards.

He never learns😍😭

Fathers Day he'd hang out with his dad the entire day, if a partner wanted to hang out with him during that day, he'd insist they bring their dad too. It'd be like a double dad date. Or he'd try to share his dad if you don't have a dad or don't like yours. "It's okay, you can have mine!!! Have you seen the size of my dad? He could be like three families dads." 😭 He doesn't even mean it in a rude way either.

This isn't a holiday but he doesn't strike me as a morning person, so I feel like he'd disregard Daylight Savings. The world will bend to his schedule, he's not going to change his sleep patterns or his schedule for it.

He'd celebrate Earth Day but only because he cares about Sea Life and Littering

He'd love to celebrate Shark Week

On New Years he vows some crazy shit. "New Year New Me, I'm gonna stop eating so much Junk" then within an hour, or the next morning he's already ate a whole bag of chips and a soda. And he'd cry about it, too. He'd cry very hard.

He'd have a vendetta against April Fools, he's scared of being pranked so he locks himself in his Fortress. He'd be paranoid around even his partner. It'd be so funny to see him be so suspicious. Squinting his eyes and shit at them. 😭😭😭 He's expecting something, every turn he's expecting. Everytime he sits down he checks for whoopie cushions, and he'd check his partners hand for buzzers, and he'd be so paranoid about everything😭.

#despicable me #despicable me headcanons #vector headcanons #despicable me vector #vector #vector despicable me #vector perkins #vector x reader headcanons #x reader headcanons #mattypattypinkyposts #🦈🌙

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etoileholland · 1 year

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CHAPTER 3 - Candlewax and Polaroids on the hardwood floor

Pairing: Tom Holland x reader

Word count: 2.9k

Warnings: none at all

a/n: it’s a miracle! I’m finally updating this fic! I know it’s been a very long time since the first two chapters were posted, but I felt as though I never had the time to finish. I do now, so I really hope you enjoy!

Tom couldn’t stop thinking about the moment when you kissed him on the cheek. He’s never felt more giddy over someone, and you were consuming all of his thoughts. When he closed his eyes, he saw you. When he had a free moment, he thought of you. He never stopped thinking of you, but with the happiness of you, a realisation hit him.

You were moving away to university.

The thought of you leaving filled him with immense melancholy, but he knew that he couldn’t stand in your way. This was a huge moment for you, so even though he was sad about you leaving, he had to support you wholeheartedly.

A few days passed, and it was now New Year’s Eve. Tom hadn’t heard from you since Christmas dinner, but he knew you were busy with the move. Still, worry washed over him, and he wanted to go and check up on you to make sure you were okay.

He was set to go to a New Year’s party, which was thrown at the Madison at St. Paul’s. Harrison was especially excited to attend the party, because it was rumored that the cast of Love Island would be there, and none of the boys wanted to miss out on that. Tom sent a quick text to you, and unenthusiastically continued to get ready.

“Are you coming?” Harrison bellowed from the other room. He emerged into the doorframe, adjusting his bow tie. “I don’t wanna be late--I’ve waited like all year for this.”

“I don’t wanna be late either!” Harry shouted from down the hall. “I need to meet Maura soo bad.”

Tom glanced down at his phone when he noticed that you had texted him back. He read your message, and his eyebrows furrowed together. “Actually, I think you should go by yourself. Y/N’s spending the night packing up the house, so I’m going to help her instead.”

Loud footsteps came within earshot, and a few seconds later, Harry was standing in the doorframe. “You coming?”

“No.” Tom answered. “I was just telling Haz I’m not gonna make it, you guys can go without me.”

Harrison titled his head to look at Harry. “He’s gonna go to Y/N’s instead.”

At the mention of your name, Harry’s face lit up. “Ooh, how exciting.” Harry glanced over at Harrison and gave him a smirk. “Tom’s definitely going to have more fun at Y/N’s”.

“Oi, I’m serious,” Tom plunked down on the bed, “I don’t want her spending the holiday alone.” He sighed. “She has no one else, and the thought of her being in her empty childhood home is incredibly depressing.”

A spell of silence fell over them, the air in the room instantly turning somber. Harry, who was now leaning against the doorframe, tapped Harrison in the shoulder excitedly.

“I know, why don’t we bring the celebration to her? We could go buy some balloons, confetti and some champagne. That way, she’ll have one last happy memory of her house before it’s packed up.”

The trio exchanged a glance with each other. “I think that may be the best idea you’ve ever had mate.” Harrison softly slapped Harry’s arm, causing Harry to look up at him.

“I can even bring my Polaroid.” Harry added.

Tom clicked his tongue, “Let’s do it.”

The boys went down to a party shop for the balloons and confetti, and to a shop to get some champagne. This took them longer than anticipated because the boys got distracted at the party shop, trying on every odd hat and mask they had, but eventually they showed up at your door, champagne and balloons in hand. It was nearly 10pm, and they had left almost an hour and a half ago.

Tom was the first to make it up to your doorstep, then Harry, and finally Harrison. They all knocked on your door at the same time, not stopping until you answered the door a minute later. They were surprised to see you in your pajamas, eyes red and puffy.

“Y/N,” Harry breathed out, “are you all right?”

You shook your head yes, sniffing. “I’m fine, really.” You leaned up against your door, shrugging your shoulders, “just, holidays are hard.” You choked out.

Harrison was the first to react, throwing his arms around you, pulling you into a tight embrace. The affection alone was enough to almost make you burst out into tears. “What are you guys doing here?” You questioned, although your cheek was pressed up against Harrison’s shoulder, muffling your voice. “You guys are all dressed up so fancily.” After a second, you gasped. “Were you guys headed to a party?”

Tom cleared his throat gently, rubbing his hands together. “Well, we were. But when you said you were going to be alone, I was gonna come by to keep you company. And then Harrison and Harry both wanted to come by too, and Harry-”

“Who actually had a smart thought for the first time ever in his life.” Harrison interjected.

“Brought up the smart idea to bring the celebration to you.” Tom concluded.

You pulled away from Harrison’s warm embrace. “That was very nice of you guys,” you whispered , wiping a tear away. “Thank you, but now I feel bad because you’re missing out on some fancy-pants party,”

“Eh, who cares about a swanky party.” Harrison shrugged.

“We’d rather be with you.” Tom answered quietly. You smiled at Tom, and said “thank you guys.”

“Welcome.” Harry answered, “now let’s get this par-tay started!” he shouted as he held the bottle of champagne over his head.

You stepped out of the way so that the boys could pile into your house. The house was dark, and most of your possessions were already boxed up, taking up space on the south facing wall.

The hardwood floors creaked under every step--a sound that usually wasn’t loud, but now that everything’s been packed up, there was hardly any furniture to absorb the sound. Every sound echoed loudly, almost reverberating off the walls.

“Well, the acoustics in here are just fantastic.” Harrison commented, and Tom smacked him in the arm.

“You know, all the years I've lived here, I never once heard the floors creak.” You remarked, “Maybe because this whole room was covered with a large rug, and my aunt always had some music playing. So, even if the floors creaked, I would’ve never noticed.”

“It’s a nice home though, nevertheless.” Harry said, setting the champagne on the only remaining coffee table.

You padded over to the light switch, and once the lights came on, instantly the house looked less haunted. “You guys can make yourselves comfortable, if you want. I don’t really have any food to offer, though.”

Tom tied the balloons that he was holding on one of the legs of the coffee table. “It’s fine, we ate earlier.”

“I know it’s depressing in here, and I’m really sorry about that.” You mentioned, addressing the elephant in the room. You were standing next to an antique record player that sat near the front door.

Tom walked over to you, leaning his head against your shoulder. It was a simple affectionate gesture, but it had your heart racing. “Don’t worry about it, but that’s why we’re here to party.” He booped your nose lightly, which made you giggle.

“Are you going to party dressed like that?” Harrison asked, causing you to playfully scoff. You were in an oversized hoodie, a large pair of sweats, and some bunny slippers.

“I didn’t know I would be a guest on ‘what not to wear.” you joked, winking at him playfully. Throwing your hands in the air, you shuffled over to your room, locking it behind you. You quickly riffled through your drawers and closet, pulling out a pair of jeans and a glittery top. Getting dressed as quickly as you could, you admired yourself in the mirror, smiling to yourself. The boys were so sweet for stopping by, knowing them was probably the best thing that’s happened this year to you.

The boys waited for you in the living room; Harry fiddled with the record player to get it to work, and when he finally managed to figure out how to use it, he realized there wasn’t a record in sight. So, to remedy this, he put on a random New Year’s playlist he found on Spotify.

You glanced at yourself once more before emerging from your bedroom. As you headed out of your room, you noticed Harry standing in the now lively living room. He glanced up at you, and with a smirk, he pulled a long tube out of his jacket pocket. He pulled a little loop on it, and instantly a loud bang echoed through the room, releasing a flurry of gold and white coloured confetti. The sudden sound startled you just a bit, but seeing the confetti flurry brought a smile to your face.

“Happy new year.” You whispered to yourself.

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The night went better than you could’ve ever imagined. You all danced to party songs and drank champagne out of plastic champagne flutes. Harry did not miss any chances to take candid photos of you guys laughing, dancing, drinking and smiling.

He would show you the best photos that he took, and you couldn’t help but feel beautiful. He made you look ethereal and glowing.

“You know…” you shouted to him over the music, “you made me look really beautiful in these photos.”

Without skipping a beat, Harry answered back, “darling, I don’t have to make you look beautiful. You already are.”

This brought happy tears to your eyes.

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As it got closer to midnight, the energy of the room died down. Harry was sitting next to Harrison, showing him something funny on his phone. You were tired from all the dancing and excitement, so you sat down on the plush couch.

Tom had joined you on the couch, and carefully sat down next to you. He had left for about 30 minutes, but you didn’t dare ask what he was up to. You looked up to see that he was smiling at you softly, with his cheeks pink with happiness.

“How are you enjoying the night?” He whispered to you, as the music was at a lower volume than it was earlier.

“I’m having the best night of my life.” You whispered back. You watched as Tom’s face lit up into a smile and then into a soft laugh. “I’m serious.” You spoke up. “I’ve never smiled so much in my life.”

Tom’s face softened into a caring gaze, and you realized he was sitting very close to you. Close enough that your thighs were touching. It made you wonder how long you guys have been sitting that close to each other.

“Well, I’m really glad we’ve given you a happy night. You deserve it.”

You were about to answer him when Harrison shouted “it’s three minutes until the new year!”

Tom sat up and moved his body away from yours. You couldn’t help the small frown that appeared on your face, but that quickly subsided when he stood up and held out his hand. “Can I show you something?”

You nodded and grabbed his hand. He led you upstairs and towards the guest bedroom. He turned around to steal a quick glance at you, and then opened the bedroom door. When you both were inside, he let go of your hand and walked towards the window. With a wiggle of the lock, he slid open the window and sat down at the reading ledge just below the window. You remember all the fond memories of sneaking into this room, sitting on the ledge whilst reading whatever book struck your fancy, all while listening to the bustling noises of London from outside the window.

You sat next to him, making yourself comfortable as you leaned out the window. Tom watched as your face softened, and his lips curled into a smile. It was obvious that it was bringing up good memories for you, so he let you bask in the happiness.

He couldn’t stop looking at you. He saw a small tear escape the corner of your eye, and he turned away to give you a second.

“Thank you, for everything.” You whispered to him.

“You’re welcome.” He whispered back. As he answered, he heard a firework go off in the distance, and happy shouting coming from the streets.

“It must be midnight.” You answered and turned to face Tom. “Happy New Year.”

“Happy New Year. Here’s to a good year.” He answered back. Tom had wanted to kiss you, but he didn’t want to overstep. He was infatuated with you, but he wasn’t entirely sure you felt the same. So, instead of acting upon his instincts, he leaned his head on your shoulder.

The movement surprised you, and Tom, taking it as a sign that you didn’t want the affection, lifted his head and sat back up.

“Sorry.” He said, sitting up. The fireworks were still going off in the distance, and Tom focused his attention on the fireworks. You watched his face as he intently viewed the fireworks, and you felt bad that you potentially ruined a moment with him by moving away.

Acting with the bit of liquid courage that was still coursing through your veins, you pressed a gentle kiss on the corner of his lips. You slowly leaned back, scanning Tom’s face to see if you overstepped. His widened pupils and eyes stared back at you, and he leaned in closer to you.

“May I?” He asked, his voice hoarse and low. Not able to even make a sound, you nodded your head yes and closed the gap between you both. He hovered his lips over yours, making sure it was okay to proceed. The suspense was killing you, but you loved how gentle he was.

As his lips intertwined with yours, you could taste the champagne from earlier. His lips were softer than what you imagined, yet he kissed you with enough movement to know that he was enjoying it.

You pulled away and hovered over his lips. The smile that erupted on your face couldn’t be helped, and you could feel Tom’s warm breath over your lips. In the distance you could still hear the fireworks and people cheering in the streets, a nice melody to accompany the moment.

His hand, which was now at the center of your back, was moving down your back. He stopped just at the base, and looked into your eyes. You noticed his eyes were slightly closed in a content manner, and you leaned in to kiss him again.

Not breaking the kiss, he pulled you into his lap. You wrapped your arms around his neck and continued to kiss him fervently (look up word). His breath was warm against your lips, and your breathing intensified. When he pulled away, you only closed the gap between each other, and when you finally pulled away, he did the same.

Still sitting on his lap, you moved your hands from around his neck to the nape of his neck. One hand slowly moved up into his hair, playing with his curls. His hands were still wrapped around your waist, firmly gripping you. The lights from the firework’s illuminated both of your faces, and the light made his eyes sparkle like the stars above.

“We should probably…”

“Yeah.” Tom answered quietly. You slowly got up from his lap and fixed your outfit. He followed suit and got the wrinkles out of his button up and slacks.

He held out his hand once more, and you followed him out of the room and back into the living room.

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The rest of the night was a blur, and the morning light that came in through the curtains signaled that the new year was officially here.

You were on the couch, and so was Tom. His legs were intertwined with yours, his left arm was wrapped around you. As you slowly got up to not wake Tom, you saw Harrison and Harry sprawled out on the floor, with their jackets acting as a pillow. The sight of them made you giggle, and you grabbed a blanket from one of the boxes and covered them up.

The floor creaked as you walked into the kitchen to prepare a cup of tea for everyone, when you heard some footsteps behind you. It was Harrison and Harry, each one holding a hand to their forehead.

“Good god, I think I had too much to drink.” Harrison spoke up in a grovely voice.

“We had fun though mate, that’s all that matters.” Harry groaned.

“Definitely, I really appreciate you coming round and cheering me up.” You answered, holding out a hot cup of tea for them to grab. “It was such a memorable night.”

Setting his cup down on the counter, Harry bends down and picks up a Polaroid from the ground. In it was you, Tom and Harrison holding your plastic champagne flutes up in a toast. Your faces were beaming with bright smiles, and Tom was looking over at you, while you looked at the camera. Harry handed you the photo, and you clutched it to your chest. “I’m going to cherish this forever, because I never want to forget last night.”

“Well, you know what they say…” Harry commented, “Hold onto the memories, and they will hold on to you.”

“Oi, didn’t Taylor Swift sing that?” Harrison questioned.

“Oh I don’t know.” Harry remarked, “I think I heard it in a Hallmark movie.”

“You uncultured dunce, Taylor did sing that.” Harrison added with a laugh.

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additional a/n: I have no idea who to tag since it’s been two years since I updated so if you’d like to be added to my new taglist lemme know!

#tom holland #tom holland x you #tom holland x reader #tom holland x y/n #tom holland x fem!reader #tom holland x female reader #tom holland and y/n #tom holland and reader #tom holland fluff #tom holland one shot #tom holland one shots #tom holland oneshot #tom holland imagines #tom holland oneshots #mine

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leticiapml · 2 years

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I got one more Writing WIP from before I decided to separate Olly from Olivia. This one is supposed to be some months after they get "isekaied" into the M&L world, it was supposed to be something to show the contrast from both on the beginning and then.

There are things that I changed to happen sooner, like the warp pipe installation, to have more places for them to go sooner. I also was with Lisadale's Dimigi au brain rot and the location is similar to her setting. I changed that too because while I also want a quiet place for them to live, ghost forest doesn't provide the right mood, also I'd be neat that Olly is living in a relatively normal place

There's not much happening in it, the overall thing was that at the end Mario and Luigi's mom made a hat for Olly and Olivia like the ones the Bros wear because she thinks it would be cute on them like it was with the Bros and Luigi commented that Olly keeps getting his hat for some reason. but I never got to that part.

under the cut is all I have on my phone.

This morning, Olly decided he disliked autumn. It's getting cold, so every night it's getting harder for him to sleep at a reasonable time. And every morning now he physically cannot get out of bed without Luigi's help. It's so annoying.

Last night Luigi warned them that he would they would be travelling today in the morning. Olly didn't understand where to, or the reason for this travel. If Olivia wasn't excited to go, he would be hiding somewhere in the forest until it was too late for them to leave. But she was through the roof, almost literally, both Luigi and Olly have to pull her down every once in a while so she doesn't bump into the lights.

Today everyone woke earlier than usual, besides Olly who didn't sleep. When he glanced at the clock it was indicating that was already morning. So he gave up on sleeping altogether and went into the kitchen to eat a snack. Instead, he found his breakfast already at the table, some pancakes, two strawberries and chocolate milk like usual, but he also found that on his plate there was also a kind of cookie he never tried before.

"Baci di mama," Luigi told when Olly poked the cookies with his fork. "there's chocolate in it." That statement was enough to convince Olly to eat it. He was preparing Olivia's plate over the counter, her's had strawberry milk instead of Olly's chocolate. Not that she disliked it, she just liked the colour better.

"Where are we going?" Olly asked when he noticed that Luigi would keep silent like he normally did before eating.

"My mom's home," He said placing the plate on Olivia's empty sit. "but, it's the start of the season, we'll go shopping for clothes first." Then he went back to the counter to serve his own food.

"I don't think we need new clothes," Olly commented before taking a bite of his pancakes.

"Are you sure you don't want something warmer?" Luigi asks when he sat at the table.

"I want it." He spoke between bites. "But we don't need it."

"I rather buy it before we need it." He explains "beside it gets really cold around here, I still don't know why."

"Can we also get new blankets?"

"Of course," Luigi answered without much thought. After a second he frowned "Is that why you're having trouble sleeping?"

"I'm not having trouble." Olly mumbled, Luigi only gave him the "don't lie to me" eye "I'm not."

"You know you not only can but you should tell me when something is bothering you." He said taking a sip of his coffee "I'm here to take care of you."

"I also want more stationary"

"Do you know exactly which ones you want?"

"I will make a list"

"Okie," Luigi says and Olly gets up "wait until you finish eating first ." And he sits back down. Olly continues to eat in silence and Luigi goes to call Olivia.

Luigi knocks on the door and Olivia answer with a quiet. "get in." She was sitting by her dresser with a hair comb in her hands her hair a mess. "Good morning." She said and Luigi got the comb from her.

"What happened?" He asked her. He gently starts to comb her hair, starting from the tips. It was way worst than it looked. It was all frayed and full of knots.

"I forgot how to braid it," She flinched when the comb found a new knot and he took the comb away from her hair "didn't think it would be this bad."

"Let's go to the bathroom, you'll get hurt if we don't wet it" She nodded and they both went to the bathroom. "What kind of braid you tried to make?" Luigi inquiries as he gets the stool for Olivia.

"The cascades," She sits down and he gets the shower for her.

"I'll teach you again." He said.

It took about half an hour for Luigi to finally undo the last knot of her hair. Olly eventually joined them, he brought the hair ties from her room when asked. It didn't take long before her hair was done even with Luigi stopping to explain what he was doing with every step. Olly requested that Luigi also braided his hair. Luigi guided Olivia on it instead.

After Olivia was finished and properly praised "it looks so nice.", she went to have breakfast on her own. Olly went to his room to pack his things, They are supposed to be there for two days.

Sometime later All of them were in the living room. Luigi was on the sofa, with Polterpup and a bunch of screws on his lap, fixing his watch that fell on the floor earlier this week. Only now does he have the chance to do it. Olivia was on the floor doodling with her crayons with no actual idea of what she wanted to accomplish, but still having fun while at it. And Olly was making his list. He already got a pair of scissors, a mini stapler, a coloured pencil case and a, now empty, tape holder. His priority is getting the stationary that was part of his legion. However, he also wants some other stuff, like some markers or paint.

"When are we going?" Olivia asked when she was flipping to a fresh page of her sketchbook.

"My mama's home."

"Isn't it really far?" She remembered that she asked before why the bros don't visit their mother often since it looked like they both adore her. Luigi at the time explained that, while they both love her with all their hearts and would visit her all the time, she lived in the countryside.

"It is, but Mario is already there and he's installing a warp pipe that'll go from her house to ours," Luigi tells her, for the third time since he announced the travel. "if you two want to play outside, I want you back by nine." He added when he noticed they were bored, but he doubts any of them would leave.

Weeks ago, Luigi noticed that these kids are very pruned to be in the same room he is in while in their wake. He could be cooking, cleaning, planning future projects or even doing his taxes. Most of the time some minutes after he started on his task, there would be one or two little beings opening the door and asking "whatcha doing?" And after he explains it, if they deemed whatever he was doing interesting enough, they would find the best place to sit and watch with all the attention a 6-year-old can muster. If not, they still would sit down close, but instead of watching they would do their own thing if he didn't send them off.

This time, however, Olly just double-checked his list and then got his bag and left through the front door. He activated one of his magical circles on the front yard and took the fire Vellumental before taking off to the sky towards the forest. He didn't have a destination in mind, only the consciousness that he had about two hours before they left for town. He still hates the chill in the air, even this form can't conceal it.

#lepmlwrites #the reason for Olly to steal the hat #is because Luigi had let him use it as a confort item some times before #so now it is also Olly's confort item

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zaenight · 1 year

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CHAPTER 2

Luca and José sat in the dugout , cheering as the game was going on , untill Conrad Dean missed by a couple of ft , and his nightmare continues.

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I don't care if he's the captain of the Empires, Im

gonna say it , im gonna say what every one else is dancing around like paris hilton at a greek wedding,

it's time to yank conrad dean from the line up." The news guy said as Dean walked in.

Luca leaned against the wall thinking , José realized he was spaicing out shaking Luca's shoulder.

"give him a night off , what is this pony league that we gotta worry about hurting the guys feelings ?, This is new york!,Im here to tell you that a butt on the bench is the best motivational tool in baseball." The guy continued as Luca scoffed , Dean had his hands on his hips as the guys watched the screen.

"So lets pull dean before he pulls down the team and ruins the season and we're all done!" He exclaimed on tv.

"That's bull!" Luca exclaimed in a whisper,José nodded in agreement.

Lou shut of the television , putting the remote in the bin , as they went back to there buisness.

Luca noticed Pete going over to dean , She nodded to José the two going to continue their chores.

Passing her dad,who swatted both of their heads with a laugh.

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The next day,the guys were pitching at them.

"Yeah! what do you think abou that Rotisserie boy,I bet you could use someone like that on your team!" Ellis exclaimed to brad,the newest bat boy.

"Someone's offended." Luca said nudging José as he was Tossing a ball.

"como un bebe llorando." José laughed.

(like a crying baby)

"Who's your fantasy now!" Ellis exclaimed as the ball went over the wall.

"Little thin skin , Isn't he?" Brad questined the two as the walked over.

"Yo!,Yo!,Yo!,Check out dean over there,he's talking to that grounds keeper again!",thats the third time Me and Luca saw them together this week!" José pointed to Dean,who was speaking to the groundskeeper.

"So what?" Brad questioned,Luca scoffed and wacked his shoulder.

"So the groundskeeper has a wood shop below the stadium." José started.

"That's where they say a player goes to get a bat corked." Luca finished for him,Catching the ball José tossed.

"What's that got to do with Dean?" Pete questioned.

"Are you kidding?,¿Está bromeando?" Luca said with a dumbfounded stare.

"You drill out a bat , fill it with cork,lighter lumber , faster swing!" José exclaimed to him.

"Good bye batting slumps." Brad pitched.

"Yeah if you a cheated,but Dean doesn't cheat." Pete said .

"Oh please!" Luca exclaimed exagerating.

"You foreal?, Wake up little wooden boy!" José said tapping his finger against Pete's head.

"Knock it off!" Pete exclaimed.

"You can't buy everything these guys are sellin' to the public." Luca said with a scoff.

José spat on tbe ground , starting to talk as the four walked.

"You know the best hitter in the history of the gamers?" He questioned.

"No?" Pete said confused.

"No you don't, and neither do we,Cause he ain't been caught." José continued.

"It ain't cheating unless you get caught." Luca pitched , Brad dissapeared somewhere.

"Yeah well I know Dean,And he wouldn't do that." Pete said too them.

"Whatever you say scrub number Two." Luca pitched.

"Hey you know we should take bets in the clubhouse that Dean gets a hit in the series." José pitched to them and brad,who appeared again.

"Im feeling lucky,you in stretch?" Brad pointed to pete.

"What do you think?" Pete said dissapointed.

"Ai'ght Have it your way." Luca said cracking her neck.

"Hey!,but not a word to anyone,We'll be all up in your face,You go it?" José said getting up in Pete's face tapping his hat as the three ran off.

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The team stood hands and hats over there hearts , as the star spangled banner was being sung.

They cheered as the game started.

"Oh shit he got it!" Luca yelled jumping up , José and Luca cheered chest bumping,

José swore he felt padding.

"What?" Luca said as he stared.

"Nothin' ."José murmured as He got Luca in a headlock.

Afterwards they said the wanted to have a look at the bat Dean used,stopping Pete.

Dean ran to them seeing what was going on.

Luca and José watched as Dean argued with them.

"Damn!" Luca exclaimed whistling.

As Dean came into the dugout he grabbed a basket of baseballs and threw it at the wall.

grabbing a bat,he hit the lid off of the container of water.

José had unintentionally pushed Luca behind him,Luca was to busy watching Dean's fit of rage to notice.

"Check this one!" Dean exclaimed as he threw another bat to the ground.

His bat was taken to be examined,the others anxious.

It was now up to Ellis and her father.

"There gonna examine it after the game." Luca whispered to José who shrugged,asking if Luca was gonna stay at his tonight.

"You bet." Luca said.

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"Hey CT , Luca any news on Dean?" Pete questioned the next day.

Luca had stayed over at José's , The two talked about what was probably gonna happen to Dean.

"Yeah the league cut his bat open this mornin'." Luca replied.

"found nothing but solid ash." Her father finished.

"So,So it's over?,Great." Pete questioned relived.

"Yeah , Can't believe thought he was corking." Her father told him as the walked away.

"Yo José! You gotta try this!" Luca exclaimed,The two at the food table,Dean was talking to reporters,once again.

The guys doing there own things.

"Comes mucho hermano, ¿cómo diablos te mantienes en forma? Te va a doler el estómago, déjalo, necesito que vengas a hablar conmigo." José said wacking

Luca's hand away from the food.

(You eat alot bro , how the hell do you stay in shape?Your gonna get a stomach ache quit it,I need you to come pitch to me.)

"Pero, ¡tengo hambre, papá! ¡José me está matando de hambre!" Luca Exclaimed,Being dragged out of the clubhouse.

(But- im hungry , Pops! José's starving me!)

"Your always hungry,You'll live,Just don't eat at midnight,your like a gremlin!" José exclaimed with a laugh.

"You take that back you Ass!" Luca yelled chasing José,the two passed Pete,ignoring him,the two laughed running out onto the field.

"They're asshole's to us , but not eachother,what a couple of tools." Pete murmured to himself.

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